I stir awake to the throbbing of my wounds and Atticus' furious voice.
"How could you go against me for that b.itch?! She tried to harm you!" he growls.
Damian is on the couch, surrounded by nurses who are drawing his blood and checking his vitals. He's too weak to match Atticus' anger.
"I harmed Alpha Torrin and helped you get the Alpha title. But that doesn't mean I'm allowing you to harm Harleigh. This matter is between the two of us. So don't interfere," he says weakly.
Atticus grunts sharply. "You're my only heir. You're lucky you survived her rejection. But you can't stay that weak if you want to inherit my title."
"I'm marrying Cassandra next month, everything's already settled with her father. You know that I only agreed so they wouldn't ally with the Dunebourne Pack in whatever they're planning against us. You also know that Cassandra is infertile, so she can't give me an heir."
